In denial

I am moving to Cambodia in hmmm let me count... 11 days, and I have to be out of this flat in 7 days and I haven’t thought much further than buying Lonely Planet and having a few injections. I have so much stuff which I need to box up, drag down 4 flights of stairs and transport back home to my parent’s garage... and there doesn’t really seem to be any time...

Things I currently think I should do quite soon:

1. Book a removals van. No way my sofas, futon, chest of drawers and assorted junk will fit in my fiesta, that’s assuming I don’t sell the fiesta (see point 3)
2. Assess the 'nail' damage to the walls caused by my passion for excessive picture hanging,
3. Try and sell my car... its getting late... I’m thinking a 3 day listing on ebay?
4. Buy a suitcase... but that just leads to more decisions, such as do I need a hard suitcase or a soft one? and what colour? (you know it must match my travel outfit darling).
5. Perhaps set up a Nationwide bank account (apparently it’s the only bank you can withdraw cash for free overseas)... eeek but I think I left that one too late. Other bank related tasks might also be useful, like changing my address, giving my Mum power of attorney, setting up a direct debit to my ISA…
6. Also apparently I should write a proper will as the yellow piece of paper on which (amongst other things) I leave my Mongolian wrestling pants to Anton, doesn’t count apparently... not that I own much of value... but possibly it could be a plan...

However I seem instead to be spending an inordinate amount of time ruminating over 'which MP3 player to buy?'... and eating too much food... and zooming round the country trying to see people... and making this blog… nice but not particularly constructive...

I'm not particularly worried... but seeing as I set up this blog in part to record my time in Cambodia I thought perhaps I should mention now how disorganised I am...
I think a bit of it is that if I don’t do anything very constructive in the line of packing etc then perhaps it will mean I don’t have to say goodbye to anyone... horrid horrid horrid... if this is true then its an illogical thought process because I want to go to Cambodia, and I know that I am going to Cambodia, therefore I will have to say goodbye to people… but I think I just want to be in denial about how much I will miss people… and how I’ll probably cry (I hate being sad)… hopefully I’ll be better than on my way to Mongoland tho… when I spent pretty much the whole 3 hour flight to Moscow crying. However this was in part due to my fear of dying at the hands of Aeroflot, and failing that dying at the hands of the Mongolian winter… however as neither of these are likely to be problems in Cambodia things should be better…

12.36… time for bed